Chapter 50: Peace

Elanor’s home was an inn that saw many visitors. She had never been deprived of stories, whether they were from the merchants her father knew, magic users passing through, or even the occasional soldier.

After Azzoth had taken off she’d fallen asleep midflight and before Elanor knew it they had arrived and woke up to the sight of her home.

It had been so long and yet it was like nothing had changed.

Inside her town was a small church with two people who could cast minor holy spells and taught her how to cast when she was younger and just starting to learn she had a talent for magic.

There was the baker’s family who owned chickens and that one mean old rooster that chased her sister around while the neighbors raised dairy cows and made the best butter. There chimneys were already smoking as they started the day's work, the smell of baking bread filling the air.